As previously published on the Ulysses app blog Truth be told, I’ve never thought of myself as a writer. Homer, I most certainly am not. As an engineer, numbers have always come more easily to me than words. Safer. More predictable. Less apt to be used carelessly. Perhaps not surprisingly then, my relationship with writing…
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The Silence and the Fury
Date: 9/1/19-9/2/19 Miles: 18.7 Total Miles: 28.5 The same chorus of white noise from the brook not 10 feet from our tent that had played us a lullaby last night played us back into consciousness this morning. Leaving our campsite deep within the forest, it was time to make our way up onto a vast…
The Mountain that Blew its Top
Date: 8/31/19 Miles: 13.8 Total Miles: 13.8 Four months before I was born and a small, towheaded terror was introduced to the Brownscheidle household, an altogether different sort of terror was unleashed on the Pacific Northwest not far north of the Columbia River that divides Oregon from Washington. On May 18th, 1980, what began as…
The Great Range
As previously published on The Guidebook—the outdoor blog for Chaco sandals Date: 7/6/19 I wasn’t always this soft. Age and a career in front of a computer has a way of doing that, slowly obscuring who we really are underneath. Some people go to church to be renewed. I come here. For me, “here” has…
It Always Ends Too Soon
Date: 4/20/19 Miles: 13.0 Total Miles: 89.0 If you’re looking for signs that you’re on the MRT, keep waiting. They don’t exist. That will change one day when word of mouth begins to work its magic on this little known route, and for many of us, it’s exactly that untrammeled state of infancy that makes…
